They'll see us waving from such great heights,
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away,
"Come down now,"
but we'll stay.
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FINALLY, here's a [longawaited? Much anticipated? ...Greatly dreaded?] update.

I'm back from Bali! ...Which is, like, old news. I was back ages ago.

Sorry.

Anyway, I had fun. I crammed in lotsuv vegging out time; drank tons of Diet Coke [Ha, Nic!] and got even tanner [Double ha, Nic!!] than I'd like to be, but whatever. There wasn't a gym, so I had to occupy myself with other pursuits.
...Like foodddddd. And shoppingggg.
Mmmm.

But really, it was neat. I needed to take some time off from working out as well; so it was a good excuse to just slack off. :] Mum and Dad took us whitewaterrafting...some really neat stuff. And the rocks and rapids, whoo. All I was missing was a fidgety hummingbird, an annoying raccoon, and an Indian brave with that handprint thingy sitting besides me...and wallah. Instant Pocahontas: just mix in and stir well.

Mum and Dad paid for me to have a Balinese massage, too.
Oww.
I mean, I KNOW I may bear significant resemblances to cookie dough and all...but is it neccessary to knead and punch me like I'm some kind of Instant Bake mixture?
Really, I was half-inclined to think that the massage lady actually had a grudge against me.
Either that, or she was just having really bad cookie cravings.

Anyway, I KNOW what y'all are thinking and the one question in your prying little minds, m'loves. :T
And yeah, I did make friends...but that doesn't mean I owe ANYBODY chocolate. Because nuffink happened.
I met Chels- this Welsh girl with green eyes to die for... and Tom and Alex; Aussie dudes from the land of Down Under- whoo, ozzay ozzaye.

...[/edit: ten minutes later.]
...Omg, I cannot believe this.
I was on the brink of breaking a sacred tradition, and the Mac chooses THIS time to screw up on me?!
...Grr, I was about to post pictures.
Murphy, you!!!

Anyway, whatev. I'll make a late picture post when I go to Maxy's house, or sumfink. Which'll be, like, next year? ...Which sucks. I hate giving y'peeps late news.
But it'll hafta do, so let's suck it up now, shall we? :]

Love to all of ya. P.S, Anon, I know who you are. ...It's kinduv obvious, really, innit? :]
And Avveh, Nic, Cheryl, Loth; m'darls...I heart y'all! Thanks for keeping my tagboard wellfed. Kudos.

<3


Alice came to a fork in the road.
"Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire Cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat;
"It doesn't matter."

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It's 11 in the morning, and I am officially zonked, yo.

I swear- alarm clocks have this thing against me. Don't ask me what kinduv thing. 'Cos they just have a thing.
And mine NEVER wakes me up. And I MEAN never. I've changed its batteries and checked its hour hand and checked its minute hand and even sent it for counselling...and does it work? Does it even bother to sing a single bar of its annoyingly chirpy ringtune; for all my efforts?

Ze answer is a big fat no.

Pffffft.

Anyway yeah, so I'm zonked out right now. I got up to go to the gym this morning with the Grammies [YES! My grammies are the awesomeness! :}] at 6.30 am, and then I got in a two and a half hour workout. 'Course it wasn't ALL cardio- [that would be the most sadistic way of killing someone- haul them on a treadmill and leave them there for two and a half hours, sure.] I did an hour of cardio; and an hour-and-a-half of resistance training.
I was tempted to try out le Oto Flabelos machine at the gym again; but I didn't 'cuz I feel uber ick on it.
...Like a blob of human jello.
-Plus the trainer always gives me this weird look whenever I try the Flabelos thing- which is, like, weird.

[But 'course, I can't really blame him. I mean, ANYONE would be stunned into staring, if they happened to catch sight of a lifesized blob of human jello attempting to use the Oto Flabelos yeah.]

Annnnnyway. That's the update for t'day.
Mel, Maxy and I went out to watch Eragon yesterday. [...NIC! YOU PWNED ON US, YOU MEAN MATH WEIRDO!]
...Maxy and I both got Spongebob Squarepants shirts. :] Bright yellllohhhh ones.
And yes, I am indeed an ardent hater of Spongebob Squarepants.
I think he's annoying.
But the shirt was so annoying that it was cute and naturally EVERYONE knows Cara is cute; [Maxy too, or so she claims] so why should Cara not have a Spongebob Squarepants shirt to match her insanely annoyingly cute personality?

...Never doubt my logic, loves.

Yeah, but I digress. Spongebob has nuffink to do with Eragon.
Eragon was basically a teenage-ified version of LotR; or at least, that was my take on the movie. Typical fantasy plot, although I must say that I'm envious of Chris Paolini for getting his book into the bestseller list at fifteen. Meh.
Eragon himself was King Peteresque eye candy- I never realized how cute he was until I actually watched the movie for myself. Arya was neat-kinduv a pintsized, redheaded version of Arwen with enviably toned arms. [I bet that girl works out at the gym every other day!]
...I absolutely loved the dialogue, though. Some of the lines were eggstremely but adorably corny, emg, I'm surprised nobody stood up in the middle of the movie and hollered "Wheat intolerance!".

I liked it, though. :T
I am a person with a high threshold for corny things.
And I am not intolerant to wheat.

...Ahem. Yes, so tomorrow I'm leaving for Bali, and shall not write again until after Christmas! Gaspshockhorrorhowcanthisbe?!

I would like to say that I'll be coming back darker and leaner. I know I'll definitely come back darker since I tan annoyingly easily; but I'm not so sure about 'leaner', since they don't have a gym there. ...But I may go for runs by the beach, and maybe forcibly get myself into the pool.
...Orrrr maybe I'll just give myself a break and veg out by the pool. :]
Yes, I like the sound of that.

So therefore, m'loves, I shall come back to you darker.

Much darker.

Remind me to apply sunblock, please.

...I shall scoot off now. I'm infinitely happy [although zonked] 'cuz I'm going to get a mani, pedi, and a new hairstyle later on with my Gram and Mummy, huzzah! ...I've never done a mani or pedi in my life [I don't reckon the ones we do at sleepovers count], and right now my poor nails are HISTORY. They need some TLC.
Aaand of course, you can never experiment with too many hairstyles.

[...That is, provided you have a sufficient amount of hair to cater to this expense.]

Till then, Her Royal Elfiness must regretfully take her leave; and will miss you all dreadfully.

<3


REVAMPING IN PROGRESS.

Heylo, maytes.
I'm back from Revamped '06; with a new mindset, and a new purpose.
This isn't about the euphoric hyperish aftereffects of an awesome camp. It's about something deeper than that, and I'm psyched that God made me go to this camp, because it's become a steppingstone for my walk with Him.

I was reading through the tags I missed [btw, t'ankyew, darlings, for the loveleee tags!]; and I realized something. I wasn't even teed off at the anon's comment.
Yeah, I have come to realize that I'll neverevereverever come close to Kate Moss' waiflike figure. I'll never be able to get down to sticklike proportions, or be able to spear cucumber slices with my hipbones.

...But y'know what?

It's okay.

I have curves! [And some of 'em in the wrong places, too, but still.] I have curves, because God made me that way. If He had meant be to be uberishly thin, he would have plonked me into the insect kingdom and made me a distant cousin of the praying mantis.

Revamped Camp's theme verse is this: "So God created man in His own image, in His own image He created him; male and female He created them." -Genesis 1: 26

In His own image. I am- you are- we are ALL created in God's own image. And I realized [shockhorror!] that if I hate my own body; I'm hating God as well. Likewise, if I mistreat my body, I'm mistreating God.
...It took a while for that to sink in, but now I totally understand where God is coming from in this.
GOD NEVER MAKES MISTAKES.
Everything He makes is good. NONE of us [and I mean none!] are mistakes. I mean, in the middle of the camp, I remembered that I could have been born deformed. Orrrr I could have been aborted.

But I'm not.
I have ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, an attitude, and an appetite.
I'm not deformed.
I'm definitely not aborted. [Duh, common sense, dude.]
I'm here today, alive, because God has a plan for me.

And there's something y'all need to know.
Guess whut?
...GOD THINKS YOU'RE THE RADDEST, MOST AWESOME THING EVER.
...Yeah, you heard me; that's absolewtely roight.
God is the King of, like, EVERYTHING, and
GOD THINKS YOU'RE THE SHIZZNIT!

And hot people like us who are the shizznit don't have to worry about a little extra flab here and there, or about popularity or not being pretty enough or good enough or enthusiastic enough or ahdorable enough-
because we are the shizznit!!!

...I've made my point, yes?

Yeah.

I was going to talk about everything and anything that happened to me during Revamped camp, but I'll leave that 'till another time. For now, I just feel that it was more important for me to get that message across and into your pretty heads.

...And now the work in progress must scoot off, having been bundled out of bed at 2am this morning to play camp games. [...The camp comm's warped idea of fun, I 'ppose.]

So tah, and love y'all.

Orrrr, as Revampers would say;

Shalom, and peace out.

*hippie sign goes here*


We both like space stations and rocket ships,
and we dream like we're things of the sky
We dress like kings and queens and lovers
and we shouted into the night;
We're never gonna die.

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Aaaand here's me making time for a quickie post before I dash off for much needed beauty sleep.

...I went to Swirl today!

It was awesome shizz. It's ahdohhhhhhrable. In fact, that's an understatement.
Fine.
It's ahdohhhhhhrable.

The entire shop's decorated in a really vintage way; with old typewriters and Anna Sui-esque mirrors placed around in a fashionably casual way.

Aunty Jeannie introduced me to one of the owners of Swirl; Aunty Evelyn- who also happens to design most all of the clothes on display. Andddddd emg. They have such brilliant uniforms.
In fact- scrap that. They aren't even uniform uniforms. They're, like, samples of the frocks and dresses that Swirl has in stock. Which are all [needless to say] ridiculously pretty, and I can't wait till the rest of the size 1s [Booyeah, I think the gym session this morning helped] come in so I can swirl around and be vain in more loveliful designs. :]

Thus, I spent my afternoon blissfully carrying out my assigned role of Elf to Aunty Evelyn and Aunty Jeannie. [...Yeahhhh, we're all elves. Is that not perfectly cute?! Yay, I've always wanted to be an elf.]

[I never would've thought that I'd be an elf in a vintage boutique, though, but I'm sure it still counts.]

Ohyeah, and. Look out for tomorrow's issue of Urban, 'cuz there's a lovely dress from Swirl that'll be featured in there.
Aaand I helped make the straps! <3
Hail the ahmazing Elf and her ahmazing Elf-teachers, yo.

...Yeah, so that's it for the Life And Times Of A Swirl Elf: Part I.

Jeahhhh.

Kay, so I'm orfffff. I'll be away for a few days; so till then, miss me!
I'll be missing y'all too.

So yeah. Keep smiling, keep tagging, keep living, keep loving.

<3


Go ahead and try to break me;
Go on, go on.
Go ahead and try to break me;
You don't know what I'm made of.

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Soz loves, I'm just not in the mood for a squigglyhyperesque entry right now.
My sincerest apologies for this lack of excitement.
If you feel that you have been duly cheated of your daily dose of soap opera, I suggest switching on the telly and flipping the channel to Star World. I hear they've introduced some titillating new serials.

Ohyeah, so I've been whiling the remainder of the day away by doing random quizzes. I did some Colour Quiz, and I'm not gunna paste the code for my results directly here since it looks kinduv gaudy like, so I'll just type 'em out.

Cara's existing situation: Physical illness, over-tension, or emotional distress have taken a toll on self-esteem. She now needs peaceful conditions and considerate treatment to permit recovery.
[Note: ...Right, and check me into the Rehabilitation Home For Senior Citizens while you're at it, too. Is it imperative to make me sound like a poor senile recovering-from-serious-trauma being?]

Cara's Stress Sources: Needs security to avoid any further disappointement, and fears being passed over.

Cara's Restrained Characteristics: Feels listless, hemmed in, and anxious; considers the circumstances as forcing her to restrain her desires. Wants to avoid open conflict with others and to have peace and quiet.
Remains emotionally unattached even when involved in a close relationship.

Cara's Desired Objective: Needs to feel identified with someone or something and wishes to win support by her charm and amiability. [...o_O Uhh. WHAT charm, exactly?]
Sentimental and yearns for romantic tenderness.
[...No comment whatsoever.]

Cara's Problem: Anxiety and a restless dissatisfaction, either with circumstances of with unfulfilled emotional requirements, have produced considerable stress. She tries to escape into an idealized atmosphere of sympathy and understanding, or into a substitute world of aestheticism and beauty.

...Ohhhkay. Now that I've succeeded in making myself sound like a total nutjob who should rightfully spend the rest of her tormented days in a Centre For The Mentally Unsound, it's YOUR TURN, y'all. [Hey, it's only fair.]
Go to www.colourquiz.com and try it out, then paste it on your blogs and let me have a looksee, pleasethanksloveya.

Ohyeah, btw. I'll be away from Thursday to Friday, at youth camp. Awwww. Y'all're gunna miss me AWFULLY, arentcha? [Don't bother answering.] I wonder how I'm gunna be able to survive without my Diet Coke. :[ Pity me much?!

Aighttttt, now it's time for another quiz. HEE. How funnnnn. [Isn't my blog simply the source of all entertainment?] Take pen and paper and try it. It's neat, guaranteed.

Imagine yourself in a forest or a jungle now.....

1) What is the first animal you see?

2) What is the second animal you see?

Imagine now there is a hut in front of you....
3) Do you :
a) Bypass it
b) Knock before going in
c) Rush in.

Now imagine yourself in the hut....

4) There are 20 candles in it, how many will you light up?

5) What is the shape of the table that you think is in the hut?
Is it square or round?

6) How many chairs do you see around the table?

7) There is also a jug in this hut. What do you think the material of this jug is?

8) State the amount of water in it?
a) no water
b) 1/2 full
c) 3/4 full
d) totally full.

Now imagine that you are out of the hut...
9) You have reach a beautiful waterfall. How fast do you think is the speed of the waterfall? (1-9) (1 is the slowest and 9 is the fastest)

10) How many swans are there that you see near the waterfall?

11) Now you have reach the river bank and your destination is just opposite. How do you go over?
a) jump into the river and swim across.
b) find another way to cross it.

12) What are the first words that you will say when you get over?

Finally....
13) Give 3 words to describe the sky.
14) And give 3 words to describe the sea.

--
RESULTS.
1) This question symbolizes the "reflection of your life".
2) This question symbolizes the "character of your life partner".
3) a) bypass means "not ready for relationships"
3b) knock before going in means "ready for relationships"
3c) Rush in means "you are desperate"
4) This question means "your generosity....the more you light up, the more generous you are"
5) If you have a square table this means that you are "stubborn", if you have a round table this means that you are "flexible"
6) This actually shows your "hospitality". The more the better!
7) Depends on what you say, this refers to the "material of your heart"
8) This refers to the "amount of love that you will give to your partner"
9) Speed actually refers to your desires.
10) The number of swans, refer to the "number of best friends you have"
11) a) This means "that you act without thinking"
11b) This means "that you think before you act"
12) This refers to the "first words you will say on your wedding night"
13) This 3 words describe "your point of view to love"
14) This 3 words describe "the kind of love you will have"

Okay. Here're my results.

1) Reflection of life: Lion. [Booyeahhh. Hear me roar, yo. RAWR.]
2) Character of life partner: Giraffe. ...o_O Oohkay. He'll be longnecked, spotty, and will be a tall vegetarian. Ummm.
3) I bypassed the hut, so I'm not ready for a relationship. [HA! Cheryl, you lose your bet, like, totally!]
4) I lit 10 candles. So I'm...sortuv generous?
5) I have a round table. YAY I'm flexible! [Need I add: not physically, though. I'm sure y'all can testify for that.]
6) I have no chairs around the table. Oopsies. I'm not feeling very hospitable right now.
7) I said the jug was made of clay, and therefore...my heart is made from clay. ...Yikes.
8) I will only give 3/4s love to my partner. [OMG. I'm not THAT evil, y'knoww!]
9) I have...puhretty strong desires. [...*blinketh*]
10) I saw two swans, and therefore I have two best friends. Ohhhkayyyy.
11) I think before I act.
12) The first words I will say on my wedding night are: "...I wonder where I am." [Oh crap.]
13) My point of view on love is "bright, annoying, hot".
14) The kind of love I will have: "cool, refreshing, sanctuary".

...How incredibly sightful, hoho.
Especially the first words on my wedding night. :D Ohdear. Things don't sound mucho goodo.
And ai, what a tediously typed out post.

I think I deserve a rest now.

:]

Tah, loves. Catch up with y'all soon.

<3


But tonight you should lay down that gun
Your playing just might hurt someone
And in the dark, it's hard to tell a foe from friend.
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Today was one of those days.
Yeah, those "I feel too overweight to possibly do anything remotely fun" days.
I took a ramble down to Coffee Bean with my gran and siblings, and picked on a leaf of Caesar salad while Jon and Jana had mocha fraps.

Unfair.
I want my metabolism back. :[

Anyway, so later I [after much willpower!!!] dragged myself onto my bike and onto the road for a session of much [major understatement] needed exercise.

...And golly, I'm so glad I did.

I'd forgotten how good it could feel to be out there.

See, the thing is- I'm an avid anti-sun kinduv person, so the teeniest bit of sunshine usually puts me off from hitting the concrete for a workout.
But God must have finally decided that there had been enough! of Cara's slacking around, because then the weather was simply beautiful.

I love the evening.
I love my neighbourhood. I love the smells of cream sauce and meatballs sizzling as I whiz past; love watching people hang up early Christmas decorations; love shrieking out "...Evening!" to the occasional surprised elderly couple out on their evening walk.

Seriously, I thought I could go on like that forever- pedalling furiously, with the wind whistling in my ears and the dim silhouettes of houses passing in a blur, and being able to lift my head and see the ghost of the moon appearing in the darkening sky.

I was tempted to yell, "Libero, libero!" at the top of my lungs as I rode. Only I didn't want to be mistaken for a loon on a bike.

I wish I could have gone on like that. I wish one day I could ride the world over, just going on and on and on...
...Maybe one day I will, though.

I think that's the closest I've ever gotten to being the wind.

It's like as long as I can just keep pedalling and pushing myself to go faster, faster...nobody'll ever be able to catch me.
And as long as I don't stop, nobody has the power to hurt me or to criticise me or to press unwanted judgements on me.

Nobody can catch me, nobody can catch me, nobody can take anything away from me.

And that's the way I want it, would want, have always wanted it to be.

I wish I could have caught that high, that glorious euphoria; and kept it in a glass bottle.

Because in that time, and for that time only,

I was infinite.